Chapter 119: The **** is the true **** 23

"Father, what are you waiting for? Do you want to wait for General Lin to save you?" King Ding asked with a smile when he saw that the emperor had been reluctant to move.
The emperor's expression changed, "Lin Shi has been killed by you?"
King Ding shook his head, "General Lin was not killed by me, and I don't need me to do it myself." After he touched the horse's head under him, he said in a cool tone: "Okay, even if you delay it, No one will come to rescue you. Now the entire palace is under my control. Father, don’t be obsessed with understanding anymore. Hurry up and write the edict. Maybe your son can take you to retirement."
The emperor trembled with anger, his eyes widened, and he suddenly grabbed his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
King Ding raised his brows, grabbed his whip and jumped off his horse, striding close to the emperor. The two dozen guards who stopped in front of the emperor were all elite, staring at so many enemies, and stubbornly did not take a step back.
King Ding snorted impatiently, and wanted the men behind him to come forward and kill them all, but before he did it, the emperor said intermittently: "I...I promise you."
Then he turned his head to walk into the temple. Ji He helped the crumbling emperor walk into the Yanqing Palace. His arm was clenched heavily by the emperor, and he could clearly feel the emperor's anger at the moment.
Suddenly, the emperor whispered to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Ji He, there is an edict on the side of my bed. There is an edict left in the third frame. If the third frame is written to pass the king of peace. If You can escape this time, tell the prime minister, let him find the opportunity to take things out, and tell the world, you must not let the wolfish ambition of King Ding take the throne of me!"
Ji He's heart beat violently, and he noticed that the hand holding the emperor was stuffed with a hard object like a key. In just a moment, he calmed himself down, turned the key into his sleeve, and hung his head casually to help the heavy emperor walk forward.
King Ding also followed in, but there were two dozen loyal guards in between. King Ding didn't put these people in his eyes at all, as if he was looking at something dying, as if he had a chance to win. He didn't notice the little movements of the emperor and Ji He, and while walking into the Yanqing Palace, he looked at the residence owned by the supreme ruler with his hands behind his back. The desire for power was clearly expressed in his eyes.
Soon, this place will be his. He no longer needs to be controlled by this increasingly suspicious emperor. The only one who can control his life and death is himself.
Ji He helped the emperor to the book table, took the imperial decree and spread it in front of the emperor, while he rubbed the ink on the side. The emperor was holding the pen, his hands trembling violently with blue veins, and only after a word fell, the black ink smudged the paper and silk.
King Ding was no longer in a hurry at this time. He stood not far away, watching the emperor surrounded and protected by guards, and watching the emperor’s uncoordinated movements. There was a pleasant smile on his face. He seemed to be Because it was interesting to see the imperial father who was once aloof showing this weak state.
In a blink of an eye, he saw Ji He standing in front of the emperor again, and he said: "Ji Sigong, you said, what will happen to the dog that relied on human power if it loses its owner?"
King Ding himself finished speaking and laughed, "Everything that makes this king unhappy, this king will have to be liquidated in the end. You are a castrated dog, which is not a decent thing, and you can't work this king himself. , But this king hates that someone snatches things from this king, so this king will tell you personally what will happen to those who dare to steal things from this king."
He glanced at the head of the prince who was picked up and put aside. His eyes were full of arrogance and disdain.
Ji He breathed a sigh of relief silently, listening to King Ding’s tone, and finding him to settle accounts would have to wait until tonight. In this case, he doesn’t have to worry about Tan embroidery. King Ding must have no time to trouble with Tan embroidery now. . As long as it doesn't meet the rebels in the palace controlled by King Ding, Tanxiu will be fine.
Until tomorrow... King Ding can’t be rampant anymore, King Ping has already arranged it, and when King Ding’s forced palace is a foregone conclusion, the emperor’s heart is chilled, King Ping will appear to take advantage of this fisherman. Originally, King Ping was thinking about making the emperor completely disappointed with King Ding, and finally he was able to pass the throne to him, but now, the emperor Ji Heqing is no longer necessary, because he has already left the edict to pass King Ping. This undoubtedly saved them a lot of things.
Seeing that Ji He was standing bent over and couldn't say the sentence, King Ding felt that he was scared like that by his own words, so he couldn't help but sneered, and then ignored such a small person.
Standing in front of the gilt beast incense burner, he watched the emperor stumbling and almost finished writing an imperial decree, and suddenly he deliberately asked for embarrassment, "Rewrite the emperor's emperor for a copy. OK, right, father?"
The emperor couldn't bear it, and slammed the pen in his hand at King Ding. He had never been so persecuted in his life. King Ding tilted his head to dodge the brush that had hit him, but in the end he was spilled on his face by two spots of ink. He felt a chill on his face and a fierce light in his eyes. With a sword drawn from his waist, he chopped it down on the table in front of him, and he cut a deep mark on the heavy sandalwood desk.
"Father, you'd better not provoke me now." King Ding's expression was very hideous, and even his eyes were bloodshot.
No matter how he looked like this, he was not normal. Ji He suddenly flashed a bright light in his mind. Could it be that Ding Wang was affected by drugs? Will do this kind of thing, there is a reason to do it, the most likely is King Ping.
That harmless idler-like King of Ping is far from simple on the surface, Ji He has understood this in recent years. Although there is a guess in his heart, he is ready to hide this guess in his heart and hide it in the dirt. Many things, he doesn't know or understand, is the best.
The emperor was so frightened by the appearance of King Ding that he spit out another mouthful of blood in amazement. But after all he was the emperor, the same suspicion as Ji He soon appeared in his heart, so he asked with doubts: "When did you become like this? You weren't like this before!"
King Ding twitched the corner of his mouth, staring at him with red eyes, his tone was impatient, "Don't talk nonsense, write quickly!"
The emperor took a breath and said nothing, holding on to his trembling hand, he rewritten one. But this time, before he could put the seal on it, the outside suddenly remembered the scream of killing.
King Ding's expression changed, and angrily said to the emperor: "Hurry up and get the seal!"
The emperor, who was guarded by more than 20 guards, seemed to have something changed when he heard that he was willing to obediently listen to the threat of the king, but the seal in his hand would not be covered.
King Ding didn’t bother to say anything. He held a sword and stabbed to death a guard in front of him. He was like a signal. The rebels who followed him in and the two dozen guards struck one place for a while. . After all, there were few people. These two dozen guards could not support it for long. Seeing them retreat step by step, a few screams and deaths, the emperor was dragged back by Ji He.
The smell of blood permeated the hall, and King Ding held his sword with red eyes, no longer caring about the rebels and the dozen or so guards who were delaying him, and chased after the emperor and Jihe.
In addition to the emperor and Ji He, there were two guards who retreated with them. Seeing King Ding chasing after him, the two guards looked at each other and raised their swords to meet them.
Ji He supported the emperor and ran from the front hall to the apse. The emperor was gasping for breath. He had already vomited two mouthfuls of blood just now, and his face became gray and defeated, and his pace was getting slower and slower.
A whirring cold wind blew in from the gaps in the scarlet windows and doors. From an open window, Ji He saw that it was snowing outside. This heavy snow, which had been brewing for a long time, quietly fell from the heavy plume-gray clouds. The noise of the front hall shouting to kill gradually dissipated, and only the footsteps from the pursuit became clearer and clearer.
Ji He's heart kept sinking, and Ding Wang caught up.
The emperor can no longer run, and they have nowhere to escape, but this dying emperor is so afraid of the death in front of him, he suddenly becomes crazy, and pulls Jihe hard, "Jihe, you hurry up Stop King Ding! Stop this beast who is going to kill his father, go!"
Ji He was unarmed, but he had no choice but to stop in front of the emperor.
King Ding strode over, with the tip of his sword facing downwards, and fresh blood slid down the sword, dripping to the ground.
"Anyway, there is only one seal left. There is nothing to do with this king himself. Father, you are right." King Ding raised his sword expressionlessly and stabbed them at the two without hesitation.
What Ji He saw in front of him was the flashing bright sword light, and then his chest felt cold. When the tip of the sword was pulled out, he later realized the tearing pain.
When he fell to the ground, Ji He saw that King Ding was another sword, which pierced the emperor’s chest. Then he took out the seal in the emperor’s arms and laughed.
"Father, father, you won't give me what I want. What happened in the end? I didn't get it by myself!"
King Ping arrived late, and came with a group of blood-stained guards, and surrounded the place. King Ding also held the emperor's private seal in his hand. When he saw that the person was King Ping, he opened his eyes slightly, and then suddenly laughed again.
"Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that your second brother is so indifferent to fame and fortune. You also wanted the position of the emperor father. It was really hidden. For so many years, the prince and I were deceived by you." His gaze slowly passed over the soldiers who surrounded him, "You knew I was going to force the palace? Deliberately waiting for this time, you must have a powerful internal response, who is it?"
He suddenly saw that the two guards brought by King Ping helped Ji He who had fallen aside, and he immediately understood.
"So you tamed Ji and this dog."
King Ping disappeared from his usual laziness, fiddled with the sword on his waist, and said loudly: "Ding Wang forced the palace to kill brothers and fathers. Today, I am Qingjun and avenge my father and brother. Come, take Ding Wang."
King Ding was stopped in the middle by heavy armored guards. After a moment of struggle, he was caught by a miss. He was still struggling when he was pressed to the ground, his eyes fixed on King Ping, and his mouth roared: "What is the difference between you and me! The same is a chaos and thief, you killed me, and the name is not right. Hahaha, that old thing has already been killed by me, where do you find another imperial decree!"
King Ping walked up to the emperor at this time, bent over and sniffed him, the emperor was silent with his eyes open. There was no expression of sorrow on King Ping's face, he withdrew his hand and came to Ji He.
"how is it?"
Ji He whispered to King Ping what the emperor had said to him earlier. King Ping was not surprised, and just smiled: "I guess he will be prepared for everything. Come with me and see my father, Left me something."
Ji He was supported and went to the emperor's palace with King Ping. He found the secret cabinet from the bedside and opened it. There were two edicts in it. One was from King Ding and the other was from King Ping.
Holding two edicts, King Ping suddenly touched his forehead and sighed with a smile, "It really is."
He took the edict that gave the king's position, and came to the largest smoker in the temple. He had people remove the lid, flip the charcoal fire inside, and threw the edict in his hand. "Father's will, only one copy is enough."
He watched the edict burn, waved his hand to disperse the dense smoke in front of him, "Too choking." When he turned his head and saw Ji He's pale face covering his wound, he smiled at him and said, "This time, hard season. The company is now."
"You send Master Ji back well and find two imperial doctors to treat him."

Tan Xiu sat under the corridor, her heart could not settle down anyway. From a moment ago, she was anxious and always felt that something would happen, but Ji Shenzhi rushed over and asked her not to run out, Tan Xiu also thought. Because of the accident in the last life, I didn't dare to run out to cause trouble to Ji He, so I could only sit here and wait in such anguish.
The fat cat Xiaohe lay on her lap, and yelled softly, Tan Xiu touched its head, "It will be fine."
Ji Yansi hurriedly walked across the courtyard to Tan Xiu with snow on his shoulders. Seeing that her face was so pale, he persuaded: "Danny, the wind is so strong, you should go to the house and wait. If you get sick by the wind, godfather will blame us."
Tan Xiu shook his head and asked him: "How is the situation outside?"
Seeing that Ji Yansi couldn’t persuade her, he had to answer,
It’s okay here. No one is stopping. It’s the place in front. I took a sneaky look. The guards are coming and going there. They have started fighting. I didn't dare to look more, so I came back quickly."
"So did you see Ji He?"
"Godfather must be with Shengshang at this moment. Shengshang must be fine, and godfather will be fine. Don't worry, godmother." Although Ji Yansi comforted Tanxiu so easily, he knew it in his heart. , Now that the Yanqing Palace is so messy, what will happen to the godfather is really hard to say.
Obviously, Tan Xiu would not be comforted by his words, his face was still pale. Ji Yansi patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, and suddenly heard the noise outside the courtyard. After a while, a group of people came in. He saw the person being carried at a glance. It was his godfather Jihe, who was closed. The blood on the eyes and clothes are dazzling.
Ji Yansi's eyes widened before he could react. From the corner of his eye, he saw the goddess next to him had run over.
"Jihe!"
Tan Xiu's heart was cold. Having changed so much, didn't Ji He still escape the disaster? Is it her fault? Shouldn't she change all this? If she hadn't mixed up these things, Jihe could live for a few more years, is she really wrong?
"...Tan embroidery?"
The lifted Ji He suddenly opened his eyes, looking at her with soothing eyes, "You... don't be afraid, I'm fine."
Tan Xiuti's heart fell slowly in the air, she almost wanted to cry, but she held back. Before Ji He finished speaking, Tan Xiu said to the person carrying Ji He: "Quickly, carry him into that room." Then he saluted the two educated doctors who were carrying the medicine box at the back, "Master Li Song, Master Ji I beg you."
Seeing Ji Yansi still standing there, she went on to say: "Ji Yansi, you let Mi Dayou prepare hot water, cut the old ginseng slices from Curry and send it in. And then Ji Shenzhi. Call here and let him go outside to listen to the situation."
"Oh, oh good godmother, go now!" Ji Yansi patted his forehead and hurried to work.